ne fine day, little Hortis goes to the fair with his mommy. Once there, Hortis rides the ferris wheel, and plays that stupid game where you try to throw the baseball into the tub but it never stays in because it's a fucking gyp. But Hortis didn't know that, so he plays anyway. That's not the point though. After losing all his mommy's money to the sweaty man who runs the baseball in the tub game, Hortis sees a clown. He watches enthralled as the clown twists rubber balloons into interesting shapes. There's a dugong. And there's a pygmy tapir. And what's that, Hortis? That's right, it's a duck-billed platypus!

Hortis was so excited by the clown that he turned to his mother and said: "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be a clown."

Hortis's mother just laughed and smiled knowingly. "Hortis," she said, "You're not going to grow up. You've got AIDS."


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